Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 247 Soul Magical Instrument
"Soul artifact? The Dragon Chaser's Golden Crown... is it a teleportation artifact that can be controlled by the soul?"

Harvey reached out to take the golden crown handed to him by Asdalen, and looked at it carefully again in his hand.

In the spellcaster forum, among the members who have the best relationship with him, the two Mr. Quinn code-named "Man in the Mirror" are the masters of magic weapon casting.

The legendary magic weapon called "Storm Furnace" used by Lord Sarath, the chief of the Federation, was transformed by the two brothers using an ancient wizard's legacy as a gift from the Alchemy Exploration Society to congratulate the "Scorching Lord" on his promotion to the legendary rank.

During the daily exchanges in the forum, Harvey learned a lot from them about the casting of alchemical instruments. Whether it was an amplification type, energy storage type, or an auxiliary type instrument, he knew more or less some refining tricks.

But he had never heard of such a thing as a "soul weapon".

After all, any magical weapon needs to be engraved with spell inscriptions that absorb or release magic power, and it must be connected with the caster's own magic power to achieve the corresponding effects of the magical weapon.

In other words, if the soul can be called a kind of energy, then it is not impossible to use it to drive magical instruments.

Since Asdalen had already worn it and tried it in advance, Harvey felt relieved. He carefully put the Dragon Chaser Crown on his head and tried to guide his own magic power into it. He found that the golden crown really had no reaction to magic power.

"No wonder Mr. Son of Flame thinks this is just a decorative item made of rare metal..."

Following Professor Asdalen's method, Harvey calmed his mind and extracted a trace of mental power from the sea of consciousness, closely connecting it with his own spiritual anchor. Using meditation as a guide, he introduced the majestic soul power in the spiritual anchor into the Dragon Chaser's Golden Crown.

Almost in an instant, countless straight but strangely distributed horizontal and vertical lines suddenly appeared in the original underground laboratory space in Harvey's eyes. These lines were of different thicknesses, and there was a slightly twisted hole at the intersection of each thin line.

This is what Asdaren calls the space folding coordinates...

Harvey remained where he was and observed for a moment, keenly noticing the anomalies and differences.

According to Asdalen's description, after wearing the golden crown and injecting soul energy, one can see the space folding coordinates in the surrounding area, but there are usually only one or two of them. As long as one comes into contact with them, short-distance instant teleportation can be achieved.

But the spatial coordinates and folding lines that appeared in front of Harvey's eyes were as densely packed as squares on a chessboard, completely different from what Asdalen said.

"Perhaps the strength of each person's soul energy varies. After all, Asdalen has undergone a soul transfer experiment, and his soul may have suffered slight damage during the transformation process..."

Harvey stretched out a finger and gently touched the coordinate point closest to him. This slender cross-shaped space hole was connected in a parallel direction to the door of the laboratory, and the vertical direction went directly upwards, as if passing through the ceiling of the laboratory and reaching other floors of the castle.

After a slight fluctuation of space distortion, Harvey's body disappeared directly in the laboratory. Asdalen looked around and found that he did not appear in any corner. This was obviously inconsistent with the short-distance transmission characteristics of the magic weapon!
"Oh no! Could it be that the magical instrument has been around for too long and has suffered some unnoticed damage, causing the master's instant transmission to go awry?"

Asdalen immediately rushed to the magic brain instrument in two steps, wanting to quickly log into the spellcaster forum - there were no high-level magicians who were good at casting spells with arcane energy in the territory, and the fastest ones who could come to the rescue were only the two spellcasters who stayed in Jackdaw Town.

"Wait! I'm fine... Don't disturb other forum members." A gentle voice suddenly appeared behind Asdalen, and Harvey teleported back silently without knowing when.

"My Lord... I thought you were accidentally sucked into a spatial rift during the teleportation process... I was so scared that I almost died!"

Harvey smiled as he took off the golden crown from his head, shook his head, and explained, "I don't know why, but when I'm asked to control this magical instrument, it doesn't seem to match the short-distance teleportation effect you described..."

He just touched and connected to the space folding coordinate closest to his body, and the next second he was instantly teleported to the bedroom on the top floor of the castle. The vertical distance between the two locations was about 20 to 30 meters.

Harvey had only seen this kind of distance teleportation effect in the Sky Magic Tower in Aleye. It could only be achieved by a fixed-construction teleportation array that steadily inputted huge amounts of magic power.

Harvey handed the golden crown back to Asdalen and suggested, "Show me again. Try to touch the spatial coordinate farthest from your body. I want to see your maximum teleportation distance..."

The fire in Asdalen's crimson eyes shrank instantly, and he muttered, "My Lord, are you kidding me? The soul energy of an ordinary spellcaster can only support a one-way teleportation in a short period of time. If I try again, I'm afraid my soul will be directly damaged..."

"Ah?" Harvey was stunned. He had just teleported back and forth twice, and there was no special feeling at all. The experience was just like using meditation to guide him into a magic network. There was only a slight dizziness in the moment of teleportation... Apart from that, there was no discomfort.

But since Asdalen, who knew clearly how to use the Dragon Chaser's Golden Crown, said so, Harvey naturally did not dare to let others try it easily and cooperate with him to test the transmission frequency and distance effects.

He logged back into the Spellcaster Forum and found Mr. Son of Flame who was still "surfing online" at the moment, and asked him for the details of how he obtained this demon trophy.

[Son of Flame: This is how the battle went... Isn't it extremely dangerous and exciting? Haha, for a research spellcaster like you, it's best not to encounter such a crisis in your lifetime, otherwise you might really lose your life.]

Harvey rolled his eyes speechlessly. Mr. Son of Flame's enthusiasm for battle was truly rare among research-based spellcasters. From the battle scenes he described, one could feel the fanatical mood he subtly conveyed.

Kel'Thuzad: So... the high-ranking demon priest named "The Ascended" you encountered possessed a very strange teleportation attack ability. He used this ability to move short distances multiple times in a short period of time to launch sneak attacks against you?

Son of Flame: Humph, yes, his methods are indeed strange, but all his fancy magic is no match for a headshot from the Spear of Annihilation. Haha, this energy weapon you're responsible for creating is truly amazing. When you have some free time, could you consider customizing one for me? I want one with greater power and a longer range!

"Can I build you an annihilation cannon? I'll let you carry it on your shoulders, fly into the sky, and then directly bombard the demon fortress..." Harvey couldn't help but complain to himself.

Even if these elemental freaks changed their majors, they still couldn't escape their lifelong love for high-yield weapons...

If what Mr. Son of Flame said was true, then even a high-ranking demon priest who was an "Ascended One" could only achieve a maximum of five spatial teleportations within a small area when controlling this soul artifact...

Harvey couldn't help but imagine, if he could connect the spatial coordinates that were the farthest away from his position when he was wearing the golden crown, how far could he achieve instant teleportation?
I wouldn't be sent straight to the depths of the Northern Wasteland...

(End of this chapter)